Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.